Lyrics:
scared to open any door
So I just sit here all alone writing songs in my car
I'm in the movie theater parking lot, didn't know where else to go
Maybe
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
Archibald: You can't just start a song and leave it hanging like that!
You know, I've come to expect a lot more from you. This is quite
disappointing! I
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
and pursue boxing
But he forced me to reject it and put my dream in the coffin
Cause he said if he wasn't going too
I couldn't go at all
That's when I finally
phone
She would panic if I wasn't at home by the street lights
Meantime you couldn't give a damn you had a sweet life
I must've been no older than 5 in
, until we can secede
One more stupid song about Texas
You've heard it all before so sing along
Biggest belt buckles and boasts, love that big
Sometimes I wonder what's right and wrong
The right way to start a song (The right way to start a song?)
What's with cops harassing oh so long
Cause
he cries to me
about how his arthritis
is bad.
His own daughter rejects him
He's sad.
I'll put my arm around him and listen.
watch his old weary eyes
out candle
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that you?re oh so sad, so
though he'd rather own a new import
It's dependible and more important its all he can afford
Stops by the coffee shop to pick up some smokes and a cup
listen to that song a thousand times
Washing dishes, or changing a diaper, or doing data entry
Until the memories are all smeared together
It's like
miss me
Did you pull out your phone at night, look at pictures of us while playing sad love songs
And sigh
Well, I did
Did you ponder all the ways I
house haunted
I ain't kiddin' I ain't playin', fuck up your house party
Lil Tunechi
So DJ, won't you play some more songs?
'Cause we ain't got
was fed up of writing
Songs about love
Love was as cruel as
Life was harsh
And I couldn't bear to sing
Another sad song
About all the folks that I
seemed to see her there
And he never wrote a song for Linda
And she was right there all along
The one real thing in his crazy world
And he never
As American culture is secularizing
We have an opportunity for this to
Become much easier for us
The church is being disestablished from
The rest
destination to L.A
Where all begins and ends
This is how all started out
But it's already done by now
I wish we became just friends
If I'd go back and star
you're too young for me
But you still fuck with me I ain't
Nineteen no more
I used to move weight on a 9-5
Now I work the casino floor
In my songs you'll
Tried talking to God but God didn't bother
Got my apartment plundered
Laptop including all the new songs people robbed it
Grand larceny charges
But no
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
flatten tracks
Till they match the Manhattan maps they're drafted on
I master songs like I was Ace engineering
Sorry, yo, for scarring your eye I'd hit your
the spirit of this, I am sad to pray
That we grow stronger and wiser, by the hour
The state is not your enemy
It is the corporate system that controls
Don't forget, you're my little rider
They was squint had to open my eyes up
I don't quit, we always going to rise up
All for him, I can roll right by
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